Tuesday, 27 November 2007

i want to write until i can't feel my fingers anymore, until my arm feels like it will drop from pain but my brain which is fevered with the desire just forces me on and on and on,i want to write about not music reviews about the total cadence of every sense that is bombarding me as i sit distracted from the spreadsheet i should be updating, write the lines of the tree fingered upward pencilled onto the grey white lines of the sky behind it, write the umbrellas and the lights on the cars hitting the light in the sky,i want to write not beautypages but the sweat that ran down my thigh between skin and nylon tights as i whirled round the dancefloor to northern soul funk sweeping hair behind my head because now i have long hair to sweep, and the salty taste of sweat on my upper lip and the salty taste of a hint of a tear kissing as louis armstrong sings songs from james bond movies and i think yes! how perfect,i want to write deserts i haven't seen but which i know all about because a desert was all there was way back when, long stretches of sands over sands falling and that amazing wave effect and nothing but dryness dry waves with the consistency of coarse salt for i know deserts, i have written them many times and i will so again,i want to write mountains,i want to write the touch on my skin that sends shivers and the touches that came before which i left behind but which make me smile on memory and on thought and the simplicty of recognising a smile that even now is reserved just for me, a look in the eyes which is shared, now with you,i want to write of the crumbs that fall when i take the first bite of a croissant in bed for breakfast with scalding coffee that i gulp too quickly because i want

also, my guardian article may be coming out tomorrow (featuring interviews with octopussy, chicks with decks, annala, cherry bomb, tight fit, dissmiss, dazee and queen bee) so watch this space.finally articles of mine wil be appearing in subtext and drama this month!now, if only i was getting paid for all of those, i'd be able to quit my job...hee hee

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Sian Norris is a novelist, journalist, short story writer and poet. Her first book, Greta and Boris: A daring rescue was published in 2013 by Our Street. She is currently working on a novel based around Gertrude Stein's circle, which in 2016 was long-listed for the Lucy Cavendish prize. Sian's the co-editor of the Read Women project and the founder and director of the Bristol Women's Literature Festival. Her non-fiction has been published in the Guardian, the Independent, the New Statesman, 3am magazine, Open Democracy and more.